I waited for Riley, and when it started to rain again, I walked toward him and held my umbrella over us. I glanced at him, and he was crying but trying to keep all of it inside. I wasn’t good at this kind of shit, and I felt terrible for him.
“Riley.”
He lost control of the tight hold he had on his emotions and completely broke down.
“It’s okay to be sad and upset. My mom died when I was about twelve, so I know how it feels. It sucks, and it’s going to hurt and feel like shit for a while,” I said to him as the rain pelted the nylon umbrella.
Without warning, Riley flung his arms around me and buried his head against my overcoat. I wrapped my arm around him and held my hand flat against his upper back.
“She hated me. She didn’t love me anymore,” he gasped.
I clenched my teeth. My fucking uncle was responsible for this enormous weight by giving Riley that fucking letter. I remembered my dad telling me that my mom no longer loved me as I watched him strangle her. I took a slow, deep breath.
“She loved you. She just wasn’t feeling well when she wrote the letter.” A few moments passed, and his body stopped shaking beneath my hand. “It’ll be okay, Wolverine,” I promised him.
“How do you know?” he asked as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
Riley was only sixteen and wouldn’t be able to grasp everything yet. He was still in a considerable amount of emotional pain and shock. But in time, he’d understand everything I had done for him.
“I just know, Riley. You’ll have to trust me on that. Deal?”
He nodded, and together we walked to my uncle’s car.
Finally,the ceremony was over, and before I headed up the stairs to depart, I looked at Riley one more time.See you this afternoon, Wolverine.
I waited until I was outside before I bothered texting Trent to let him know I was ready. Since I was supposedly golfing today, I might as well enjoy some of the weather. It was a nice day out, and I didn’t mind standing around for a bit. Besides, I had a brand-new picture of Riley on my phone and it would keep me company for the rest of the day. I would keep the class program for him so he’d have it for later in life if he wanted. People kept these types of things just in case they decide to look at them ten or fifteen years down the road. My aunt and uncle kept tons of crap for me. There were boxes and boxes of shit that I never cared to open. But they were there, just in case.
“How was the graduation ceremony, Mr. Evans?” Trent asked as I approached the Escalade.
“It was perfect,” I replied as I got into the backseat.
While Trent drove me to the airport, I stared at my newest picture of Riley. Thank fuck for advancements in cell phone camera technology. I had an amazing picture of my Wolverine. All six-foot of him fit on my screen. I was somewhat annoyed he was wearing the graduation gown, but I already knew what he was wearing under it.
As soon as I got on the jet I went to the bathroom, shut the door, undid my pants, brought the picture of Riley up on my phone, and set the phone on the counter. I wasn’t surprised that my dick was already semi-hard. I had been staring at the picture of Riley since I got into the SUV after the ceremony. I stroked myself fast, coming quickly and sending ropes of my cream onto the vanity.
Before returning to my seat, I spent a few minutes cleaning up and making sure there wasn’t any stray cum anywhere. I took my seat and set the phone on the table in front of me. My flight back to Grand Rapids was about twenty minutes, which would afford me time to sip on some water and regain my composure.
Halfway into the flight I picked my phone up again and stared at Riley. He was such a determined and driven kid, and he was so much like me. Though, I supposed that shouldn’t have been a shock to me since I’d groomed and molded him … just like Uncle Lars had asked me to.
Everything had been worth it.
